[Chrysi's eyes narrow at that, because if there's one thing Grandmamma taught her it's to always expect a trick, dirty or otherwise, from one's opponent. So, feeling that her honor has been sufficiently restored, she decides to end this.
Her hands glide in front of her in a deceptively gentle, artful manner that would not have been out of place in the routine of a street dancer. In response, Kalfour's snap up to lock firmly around his own throat. Not enough to strangle--yet--but enough to be uncomfortable. She offers him a bit of friendly advice.]
jerk
Her hands glide in front of her in a deceptively gentle, artful manner that would not have been out of place in the routine of a street dancer. In response, Kalfour's snap up to lock firmly around his own throat. Not enough to strangle--yet--but enough to be uncomfortable. She offers him a bit of friendly advice.]
You should probably yield now.